Pete Michael Smith

A Fix

In private, we began with handcuffs, a shiny silver pair of handcuffs. I would take June’s small and delicate wrist in my hands and rub my thumbs across the softest, whitest skin there. June would exhale a soft moan at the touch of the steel, and then there would be the click of the mechanism engaging. Just like that, the cuff around my wrist, too, June and I would stay locked together no matter what tragedy befell us while at home...

Pete Michael Smith

Pete lives and writes in the hills of western Massachusetts. He is interested in the idea of fiction as a visual art, poetry as social action and books as the weapon of the revolution. His fiction, poetry and essays have been published in a variety of journals and magazines online and in print. He blogs intermittently at honeyedmagic.com.